Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 27, 2005

One September Day With You!

One September Day With You
The field of flower blue no longer tints the valley with a hue.
Spent and gone to seed the fields not of a youthful green.
The wind ripping through the mind selecting memories
that cross the time. The embrace of silence
left replaced with a song of joy
that could be traced to
the days laughter rid
the autumn dew.

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